Two guys, three maps, a GPS and an odometer: this sounded like an impending side trip. Youngest Son was preparing for a one hundred mile bicycle ride and he wanted to explore the route. DH was just excited for an excuse to use his GPS for a real expedition. They gathered their gear and climbed in the front of the car. I got in the back with my camera.
While I did drive by shootings of horses
and cows. The guys carried on about missing the bridge and turning left at mile twenty-eight. And was that 600 or 800 north?
I took pictures out the window of the
Idaho side of the Grand Teton mountains.
As the afternoon progressed big storm clouds materialized.
Rain came to settle the dust. Youngest Son was glad this wasn’t the day of the ride. He’s done bad weather before.
The guys were able to find their way to the half-way point of the route. It was
Upper Mesa Falls along the Henry’s Fork of the Snake River. There the water takes a spectacular tumble over a ridge of volcanic rock. We drove into the parking lot. The guys checked their maps and position and congratulated themselves—mission accomplished.
There was a five dollar entrance fee per carload to go down the path to the viewing area. DH said something about how we’d been there several times and not having that much in cash. And besides it was raining. He started to drive back to the highway.
WAIT A MINUTE! I didn’t ride this far to miss the main attraction! I pulled out five dollars. We went back.
I was busy shooting pictures so the guys got ahead of me.
Upper Mesa Falls is one of the last large undisturbed waterfalls in the western United States. Lower Mesa Falls is the other one.
The mist from the falling water can rise higher than an eleven story building.
The water drops 110 feet.
Those are my toes. This photo was taken while standing behind the safety of a sturdy metal rail barrier.
We took the highway home.